Consequences

Fate Is A Fickle b***h

Fate Is A Fickle Bitch

Rae wasn't sure exactly what time it was when she actually fell asleep, but she knew that morning came far too soon. She refused to get out of bed and tried to bury herself under her comforter even though her bladder had the control again today. She figured, “I'm up...so I'm up.” Making her way down the stairs, the house seemed deserted, and an eerie silence lingered. Rae was at ease when she looked on the counter and saw a note that Avery had left.

“Last night was amazing! Help yourself to anything in the fridge. Will see you soon

Just don't wake my roommate XOXO”

“Christ...roommate, huh? I don't even have a name, what the f**k,” Pushing the note aside, Rae had decided to treat herself to a nice breakfast. She had grabbed milk, eggs, bread, bacon, and butter AFTER washing all the dishes that were still lingering in the sink. Cooking had always been a way for Rae to please not only others, but her state of mind. She never had formal training, it was something that just came to her as second nature. Growing up with her family, they always greeted visitors with smiles, open arms, and made sure that they left with full bellies. Her father would tell her, “The better you feel, the better the food will be.” Not that she took that to heart, but food was more of an emotional release as well. Her way of meditation. The cooking school was mainly for her to officially gain a title.

She turned on some music, and dove right in to cracking the eggs, mixing them with milk, frying the bacon, and buttering up the pan for some French Toast. With her earbuds in and music playing loudly in her ear, Rae had no idea that there was someone that had entered the kitchen. He watched her body move to beat of the music, only she could hear. He couldn't help but smile at how innocent she seemed at this very moment. Tapping her foot to the beat, and shaking her hips in a swaying motion, she never realized that she had gained an audience. As the egg fried on the toast, she spun around to flip it on a plate, but to her surprise there was this person standing by the counter. The pan and all of it's contents fell to the floor. She screamed. “Who the f**k are you?!?” She said, taking a stance, with the hot pan in hand, ready for battle. He collapsed to the floor, shielding himself from her and the hot frying pan. “Xander! My name is Xander! I'm Avery's boyfriend!” She lowered the pan, placing it back onto the stove, and relaxing her shoulders. “You don't sneak up on people like that. Jesus Christ! You gave me a f*****g heart attack.” She turned and saw him still laid out on the tile floor hiding his face, and blocking his chest with his arms. Rae reached down and grabbed his arm. “Come on.” He moved back and reached for her hand, both of their expressions frozen as they finally looked at one another. Those amber green eyes looking back at her, the same eyes she knew she would never forget, the ones she hadn't seen in years. “Fate?” was all that she could say. He smiled back at her, and those damn lip piercings were still as sexy as they were seven years ago. As his hand touched hers an immediate shock ran through her body. Butterflies fluttered in her belly, her hands began to sweat, and her cheeks reddened, both on and off of her face.

Xander stood there giving her the same understanding look that he had given her the day they met in the elevator. “Fate is a fickle b***h, isn't she?” That scruffy boyish voice had not changed over the years either. Of all the men in the world that Avery could have stolen their hearts, it had to be the man that Rae thought she was fated to in life. “Xander huh? You remember me?... ” she asked. His smile had much more feeling behind it, although he would not admit to it right now. “How could I ever forget you? Of, course I remember. Still the best afternoon of my life! You were just as intense then as you are now, and you still scared the s**t out of me.” Rae could feel herself blushing even more and suddenly was at a loss of words. His hair was much longer now, pulled back in a ponytail, but buzzed so close around the sides and back of his head. He had beefed up a bit over the years, and appeared much thicker in the shoulders, arms, and chest. His fashion was still the same, a black v neck tight t-shirt, gray skinny jeans, his leather wrist band, chain wallet hanging from his pants, and black combat boots. He was sporting black painted nails, and a few silver rings. His shirt contoured the sculpted abs he obviously had been working on over the years. Rae stood there, looking down at herself, realizing that she must look a hot mess, still in her night clothes that consisted of short shorts, an over sized off the shoulder sweat shirt, and ankle socks. He stepped closer to her, and she just now took into consideration that he was still holding her hand, smelling of s*x and cigarettes. “Well, I can't blame you for not waiting for fate to kick in. It has been seven years,” she said as she moved her hand away from his grip. He furrowed his brow, looking down at the fact that her hand was no longer touching his skin. Xander reached for her arm, but Rae started to back away from him. “Truthfully... I masterbated, consistently. Well, at least for a good three years! Hoping that one day we would cross paths again. I went to For Goodness Cakes every other day for a year, thinking maybe I would see you there. But...” he lowered his head, “But I never saw you again. You can't tell me that you haven't been with anyone in the seven years that have past?” He said it as if poking fun and trying to make soft of an uptight situation. Rae smiled at him realizing that he remembered how long it had been. She leaned onto the counter top, “No, I didn't wait. But I do look back at that afternoon everyday and always smile. Especially when I would... well, think about you and that kiss.” He rubbed his index finger along his bottom lip and touched his cheek, rubbing the same spots she had kissed him long ago. Xander leaned in onto the counter top, stopping himself only centimeters from being able to have their lips touch each others. “And now we are here,” he reminded her.

She didn't want to move, wanting desperately to kiss those lips again, but with taking one long look at his lips she leaned back away from him, as though a light switch had been turned on, and she finally brought herself back to reality. “Well”, she said abruptly, “Now your off limits.” His understanding gaze changed quickly into confusion and hurt, “Wait... What does that mean?” Rae turned and started to clean up the kitchen. “Me and Avery don't share the same flavors, well... men. And currently you are one of her favorite flavors. After listening to the two of you last night, it sounded like you were enjoying Avery's flavor too.” He started helping her clean the floor off, and wash the pans, before Rae started to make breakfast again. “So... that's it?”, he asked. “Well, yeah. Your in a relationship! Duh! Or did you forget about all of the noise you two made last night, that kept me up all hours of the wee morning. You are in a relationship. You were f*****g your girlfriend all night long. Your “GIRLFRIEND”. Or did you forget about her?” Xander wasn't paying attention and was surprised to find that Rae had made him a plate of French Toast. “Honestly... I kind of...”, Rae grabbed her plate and started to head back to her bedroom to enjoy breakfast in bed. “Well, I'm sure that I will be seeing you around a lot now,” she said as she exited the room. Sorrow and defeat settled on his face, but a brief smile curled at the edges of his mouth when he looked down and saw the plate of food she had left for him.

Rae emerged from her room only after she heard the front door close, knowing that Xander had left. She made her way back to the kitchen. On the counter was a note, the reverse side of the same note Avery left for Xander before she left that same morning.

“Fate weaves a tangled web. Should be interesting.

It doesn't change how I still feel about you”

She was still in shock that indeed their paths had crossed again, but the circumstances were not the way she had hoped for all of these years later. His words spoke volumes. Yes Fate was not only a fickle b***h, but a f*****g cunt, and yes, this should be an interesting situation between all of them in the house. But the answer she wanted to know, “How does he STILL feel about me?”

 Rae thought that this was a definitely sign. She was completely torn under the circumstances. Of course this wasn't really something that she could talk about with Avery, especially since it involved her in a huge way. Who better then to dump everything on then Markus. Rae knew that she had the sense of mind to make decisions, but sometimes she depended on listening to Markus's words of wisdom, just for confirmation. She made her way out to the pool with her phone in hand. Sitting on the edge, she plopped her legs in the water and was ready to dial to Markus. “Speak...” Markus's rough husky voice demanded on the phone. “I came across my fated flavor again. But there's a problem...”